The other day, when the hubby and I strolled past Chinatown, I bought a cup of soy milk and…oh-my-god, it was delicious. I’d forgotten how good Chinese soy milk is! Chinese soy milk tastes very different from the flavored, thicker version that you buy in U.S. grocery stores (not that I don’t like me a good glass of vanilla Silk every now and then); the Chinese version is the genuine article made of simply soy beans, water and sugar (the sugar is optional).
Since I can’t run to Chinatown every time I have a craving for soy milk (which is quite often these days), two nights ago, I decided to make my own Chinese soy milk at home. I used to see my mom and grandma make soy milk all the time when I was growing up! All you have to do is blend the beans with water, strain the mixture through a cheese cloth, boil and let cool. Simple, right? How hard could it possibly be?
Or so I thought.
Um, it took J and I over 2 hours of hard manual labor to pull off half a bucket of milk. It was a ton of work! First, the dried soy beans had to soak for several hours so that they become properly hydrated. I totally underestimated the size of hydrated beans – and soaked more beans than I bargained for. Who knew they’d get so darn large?!
Second, you have to blend one cup of rehydrated beans to 3 cups of water. This sounds simpler than it is, especially if you only own one tiny blender (that occasionally leaks water) and have a gazillion pounds of beans to blend. Then the entire blended mixture needs to be sifted through a cheesecloth, which requires you to squeeze or “milk” the cheesecloth as you would…a cow. Again, this process sounds a lot simpler than it was. After 2 hours of “milking”, both my hands and J’s were sore, tired and crusted with soy gunk. We also lost more beans than we managed to save, so the results of our efforts ended up being a lot less milk than we thought.
On the upside, it was DELICIOUS! Just like how Mom’s milk used to taste! (Err…that may not have come out right…)
I think it was totally worth the labor, but J said it probably would’ve been easier to just buy a cow and milk it ourselves in our apartment. -__-”
I’m guessing there is no next time for him.
Whatever. Baby Z, you love soy milk too, right? When you grow up, you and Mommy can make it together, and we won’t share any with your lazy Dad.